Dock Dates

Now that our air conditioning is off, it's so nice to enjoy the sounds of outside.  Well, I meant the natural sounds, not the pool filter, sump pump, traffic, or ambulance sirens.  Surprisingly, if I listen, I hear the chirping and buzzing of insects, and the occasional bird call.  A bench in my unfinished flower garden calls, and I rarely answer.  I need to grab my Bible and head out there before the cold keeps me indoors.

One thing I can't enjoy from my home in the suburbs is sunsets.  With a grocery and other retail stores just to our west, we don't exactly have an unobstructed view.  So sunset photos are rare.

Not so at the Lake!

This was the first year at the Lake that I had my digital camera.  So every night I carted my camera bag and tripod down to the dock, where Fernando spent the twilight hours fishing.

We called them our dock dates.  No scintillating conversation.  Actually, almost no conversation at all.  But simply time spent together, not necessarily doing together, just being together.

In the second week of vacation, during our dock dates, we started hearing the loons call to each other.  The lonely, haunting call stirred my soul with a renewed longing for my life to reflect God's beauty.

I found that these sunset hours were the only time I could be still and enjoy the Lord's creation, with no need to feel like I had accomplished something.

Thanking the Lord for His sunsets.

Living life.
Capturing life.

Christine

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The Oswegatchie

Oswegatchie:  An Iroquois word meaning "going or coming around a hill."  I supposed this river is aptly named, as it meanders through upstate New York in three branches.  Two of its branches merge near Harrisville, New York.  That is where this particular park is located, and where we shared lunch with Dad & Mom.  Even though I'd been having trouble with my camera, I was able to capture several scenic shots.

This clover bloomed in the grass beside the river.

Blooming along the river.

Red flower blooming.

Along the Oswegatchie.

These flowers happily bloomed on this rock in the middle of the river.

Bubbling on downstream.

I closed the aperture down (F22) for this softly flowing shot.

The waters of the Oswegatchie appear rusty, but rust is not the issue.  The water is tannin-stained, which gives it that brownish look.  The water of many of the rivers we've visited up in this neck of the woods have the same rust-colored look.

Trees make a pretty frame.  I love this photo.  :)

I hope you enjoyed your tour of this little section of the Oswegatchie!

Living life.
Capturing life.

Christine

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Revisiting Old Friends

Since this is a brand-new blog, I wanted to revisit some old friends.  Well, specifically their children, since that's what I photographed.  :)

This wonderful lady brings all her little ones over, and lets me shoot however I want.  She has all the patience in the world, too, if I want to actually pose the children.  It makes for a lot of fun running around trying to capture busy little boys and girls.  And it makes me want to go out and capture them again.  Hmm, maybe I should give her a call...

Like a little child,
Christine

The Kiddos of Upstate New York

Ahhh, home from vacation.  We had a wonderful time, but it is always comforting to be home again.  While in the Adirondacks, we went to Al Stock.  This is a combination of my cousin Al plus a Woodstock-style get-together.  Though I don't like the music (if you're reading this I hope you're not surprised), I love grabbing my 300mm lens and stealth-capturing images.  And once again, I fell in love with children.  Here are a few that I captured last week.

Like a little child,
Christine